Look no further, here's some more
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"Go talk to the Corellians, now, you will," Master Yoda
suggested. "Your Padawan and the Corellian apprentice send to
me you will. Find things to keep them occupied I can."

Qui-Gon knew in his heart he had to do as Yoda said. He would
first go to speak to the Corellian Jedi. He knew he couldn't
bring Quarell to where they were, and it would go against Jedi
politeness to bring Obi-Wan and not their guest. He had other
reasons for not wanting to bring his Padawan as well. There
were too many memories the Jedi Master had of his time as a
young knight on Corellia, some happy, some sad, some joyful,
and one so painful he did not want to remember. Qui-Gon would
rather that Obi-Wan never know about it.

Master Jinn would have to trust that the two apprentices could
spend time together without causing a scene. When he found
them practicing, Qui-Gon was relieved to see that they looked
like they were actually trying to improve rather than playing
at the one-ups-man-ship of previous lessons. Once again
Obi-Wan was proving to be slightly quicker than Quarell. This
time the older apprentice was not aggravated by this. He
watched to see where Obi-Wan's weakness lay. Quarell thought
he had seen a slight hesitation when someone else in the
practice hall took a hard fall. Obi-Wan still blocked the
older boy's attack. It was not until Qui-Gon appeared that
Quarell was able to parry away one of Obi-Wan's blocks and get
a strike in.

Obi-Wan saw is mistake a second too late, and expected to feel
the burn of Quarell's saber. Both of their weapons were set
for practice. Quarell stopped short of contact with Obi-Wan's
neck.

"Very good Quarell," Qui-Gon commended. "It takes a great deal
of control to stop before your target."

"Thank you Master Jinn." Quarell shut down his saber and
bowed.

Obi-Wan, embarrassed that Qui-Gon had not seen all the times
he had cornered his opponent that morning, visibly sighed
before shutting his saber down. He also bowed to his Master in
respect.

"You two will have to excuse me for a while," Qui-Gon informed
the two boys. "There is some business I must attend to at the
Senate building." Both apprentices knew what that meant.
"Master Yoda would like some help teaching today."

"Us?" Obi-Wan said in curiosity, "he wants us to help teach?"

"Do you find it that surprising Padawan?"

Obi-Wan just smiled, he was happy to finally be considered
able to help one of the Masters teach.

Thanks Maychorian. Prepare for more cuteness. Have to have some aww breaks between the angst and the mush.
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Qui Gon had gone to the negotiations with the intention of
only speaking to Master Kress; the only other Jedi who really
knew most of Jinn?s secret. When he got there he found that he was going to
be pulled into the dispute between the colonists and the Corellian Jedi

?Well what have we here.? The leader of the colonists beamed
when Qui-Gon entered the room. Before he could even explain that he was
only there to speak with Kress Halcyon, Tira Solo got him embroiled in their
discussion. ?Someone who actually knows what the infamous
Dalla Suul looks like.?

?Like you don?t.? Nejaa Halcyon made his thoughts known.
?After all he is your kinsman.?

?That is not so Jedi. The Gama?s have never had anyone
remotely like that in our lineage.?

?I wasn?t talking about the Gama?s, I was speaking of your
husband?s family. So who is he, your husband?s cousin? Maybe
even his brother??

?Don?t you dare - - ?

While Tira and Nejaa argued, Kress and Qui-Gon looked past
them, to each other with cautions looks of knowing.

?Master Jinn.? Tira Solo activated a holo projector. It showed
a brief security scan of the raid. ?Recognize any one on
this?? She zoomed in on one pirate in particular. ?Especially
this man.? The man was blasting people in the back as they
ran.

?I have no idea who that is.? Qui-Gon was telling the truth,
he had never seen 'that' man before in his life.

?You?re sure?? Tira widened the view. ?You don?t recognize
anyone??

?I am not a liberty to answer that.? This time Qui-Gon could
not say he didn?t recognize anyone. It was just not who the
woman wanted him to recognize. He recognized a man fighting
along side of a Jedi whom he could only conclude was Sorrel
Fiercaster.

?Why not? I know you were the last one to see Dalla Suul
before his long absence, which he has now decided to come out
of. Did you make a deal with him then Jedi.??

?Ma'am, you do not know me, but I assure you that the man you
seem to think is Dalla Suul, is not.?

?You Jedi all stick together don?t you.? She shut off the holo
projector and turned to Qui-Gon. Her gaze never varied as she
stepped closer with each word she spoke. ?Dalla Suul wanted
the leader of the colony, and Sorrel Fiercaster delivered.?

?That is pure nonsense.? Neeja was actually defending the
brother-in-law that he had no liking for. ?A Jedi would never
collaborate with a pirate.?

?The two of them are missing. What other conclusion can I have
after seeing both of them go into that ship??

?Maybe that your husband is the one who is in leagues with the
pirates, and it is Sorrel that is being held.?

?A Jedi being held? That?s rich.?

?This bickering is getting us nowhere.? Master Kress wanted to
stop the arguing. ?We need to find them. They are the only
ones who can tell us what happened. And we need to catch that

It seems that one of the main differences between Obi and Quar at this point is that Obi really WANTS to do well at everything he tries--including teaching little kids--and Quar just doesn't care. Whether it's his personality or anxiety over his father, he's just stuck in his own little world. Obviously lacking our Obi-Wan's stunning compassion.

Maychorian You're right. Quarell really doesn't need the distraction now, but distractions come along when they come along. Trouble will be a brewing, but doesn't show up until another story. hohos

Yes Quarell will be waiting a long time Gkilkenny,IF he waits at the east gate.
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"See if you can catch it." Obi-Wan played with the crÃ¨che
kids. He concentrated, making the imaginary star dance around
the room. All ten of the kids followed it, each tried to grab
it, but Obi-Wan kept it just out of their reach. The teacher
was having so much fun, he didn't realize that he was doing
something he thought he couldn't do before. When Obi-Wan had
practiced the art of illusion before, he could only make the
apparition appear for a minute at the most. He had let go of
his non-belief finding that it could be done.

Obi-Wan felt connected to the Force in a way that was
different that he had before. It was not just stronger, but
different, more fluid. It was one of the rare times in his
early years that he felt completely connected to the Force. He
didn't have to think about what he was doing, he just did it.
Obi-Wan also did not notice that as he manipulated the Force
his consciousness expanded out. He found that his thoughts
went out to find Qui-Gon, who was on his way back to the
Temple. That made him think of Master Yoda, because he still
wanted to plan the surprise for Qui-Gon's birthday. These
thoughts made Obi-Wan loose his connection, and his
concentration. The illusionary star faded along with the
smiles on the children's faces.

"Aww," they all moaned.

"Please bring it back Obi," Lani pleaded.

"The little star needs a rest," Obi-Wan told them. "It's
tired."

"We're not tired," Kaseei said energetically.

"Do you all agree with Kaseei?"

"Yes!" They all agreed.

"You're not tired?" Obi-Wan had them now.

"No!"

"Then while the little star rests, you won't mind learning how
the kata goes." Obi-Wan's statement sent little eyes darted
back and forth, not sure or what to say. "If you do some work
now, I'll bring the star back later."

"Yeay!" Now all the children were ready to learn, and Obi-Wan
was ready to teach.

"Now do you all remember - - "

Elsewhere Quarell was wondering around, head in the clouds,
thinking of his later rendezvous . As he did this watching
where he was going didn't seem to be top priority, until he
bumped into something.

"Lost are you young Corellian?" Master Yoda was the something
he bumped into.

"I'm sorry Master Yoda." Quarell returned to the present. "I
didn't mean to bump into you, I didn't see you."

"Know that I do." Yoda didn't seem upset. "Show you the way
back I have come to do."

Glad you both like Mamma Lute. [author plug] She and little Obi are in Snow Bears and the first part of Candles in the Windows [/end author plug] In two of my other stories, Obi's birth Mother isn't as nice, not totaly bad but - - Besides we know his Jedi Mamma is his real mother
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The old CrÃ¨che Mother and the young Padawan lingered in that
embrace, felling joy at their reunion. For Obi-Wan these
emotions were a bit overwhelming. When the two separated they
sat together for a good while. Lutia had all sorts of
observations at seeing him so grown now; other times she was
silent. He told her all sorts of things about being an
apprentice, all the things he liked about it. She did not
press him into talking about anything he did not want to.

The total acceptance he felt in the presence of Mother Lutia
gave him a feeling of security that he had not felt in a long
time. At the same time it frightened him. In finding that
place of security inside himself again, he realized what he
had been looking for with his Master. Not because Qui-Gon
could not protect him from every danger, he had accepted that,
but from the day that Jinn had watched Obi-Wan fight Bruck, yet
still refused to take Kenobi as his Padawan, something was missing.
Even after being taken as an apprentice, every time Qui-Gon did not totally
trust what Obi-Wan would do, it echoed in that empty part of
the boy's heart. Things were not as bad as they had been back
then, still Obi-Wan realized that his relationship with
Qui-Gon always had conditions attached.

"It is strange," Mother Lutia, feeling Obi-Wan's conflict,
commented. "One never knows when or where one will find
revelation."

"I never could shield my thoughts from you," Obi-Wan admitted.

"Because there is no need to."

"Shouldn't it be the same between a Master and a Padawan?"

"No," was the Jedi Mother's answer. "Not entirely."

Obi-Wan waited, he was curious to know what she meant.

"My duty as a CrÃ¨che Mother is to raise, protect, and teach
our ways to young Jedi. A Master's duty is to produce a
knight. To do that, they must have some expectations."

"I'll have to think about that."

Lutia hoped that Obi-Wan would understand her answer. If he
did, it would save him a lot of heart ache. She also knew
Obi-Wan often had to learn things the hard way. He may have
understood with his mind, but not in his heart.

Though comforted by her presence, Obi-Wan wasn't comforted by
that answer. Instead of hearing what Lutia had meant, he
wondered if he failed somehow in his training, would Qui-Gon
stop caring about him?

"Now, as happy as I am to see you, I do have to get back to
the children," Lutia told Obi-Wan. "And I am sure that there
are may things that a young apprentice must attend to"

"Yes, there are," Obi-Wan said.

"Then we must both get back to where we belong," Lutia said as
she stood. "Will you accompany me back to the crÃ¨che?"

"Of course." The young man offered his arm and the old Caamasi
woman took it. As they walked Obi-Wan said, "I wish that we
had more time to spend toge

I hate to keep plugging my other stories, but the problem of that other apprentice and Toli is in TO Stand Alone, and Qui's problem is in Bed of Lies, but both of those are unfinished ones. I am going to repost and fix those stories like I'm doing this one, but I want to finish this one first, and wait for the move.
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The party was a complete success, even though Master Yoda kept
Obi-Wan busy. Because it was easier to maneuver, while he
helped Yoda serve the dinner, Obi-Wan got to sit next to
Qui-Gon, when he could actually enjoy the food himself.

"Master Yoda, you have out done yourself," the guest of honor
complimented after the last course was finished. "You have
made all of my favorite things. Can I assume that is true of
the dessert?"

"Assume you may," Yoda said, signaling Obi-Wan to fetch the
ending touch to the dinner.

When he sat to eat his own serving Obi-Wan looked a little
dubious about it.

"Is something wrong Padawan?" Qui-Gon wondered.

"I wanted to get you a cake." Obi-Wan frowned. "Most people
get cake on their birthday."

"I'll have to remember that when yours comes around again.
Yoda has made the traditional Cathar birthday desert. It is
sort of like the one he made a few nights ago."

"Yhea, that boiled cheese stuff." Obi-Wan looked over to Master
Aji who was thoroughly enjoying the dessert of his home world.

The Cathar Master happened to glance Kenobi's way as he took a
taste and was still looking disappointed. "Young Obi-Wan you
do like the birthday charoo?"

"Oh yes, it's very good," Obi-Wan responded. "Especially the
cruds."

Everyone else understood the young man's slip of the tongue,
but one of his best friends Zaize nearly coughed the dessert
out of her nose when he said it. "Obi-Wan it's curds, not
cruds." She giggled. Aji gave his apprentice a hard look.
"Sorry."

Even with the apology, Obi-Wan was now sufficiently
embarrassed. "Okay, okay, curds." He went back to eating, and
tried not to be noticed further.

In the back of the guests, Obi-Wan could not see the grin on
Quarell's face. He whispered to the man sitting nest to him,
his Uncle Nejaa, "if you ask me the kid is right, it's cruds."

Nejaa gave Quarell the look he often gave his nephew when he
behaved less than properly. "The boy said that by mistake, you
are just being rude."

"So can you tell me, when I can gracefully escape here and not
look rude?" Quarell asked.

"I would think you would want to spend some time with your
grandparents."

"They are going to be talking to Master Jinn all evening."

"I suppose."

"That Master Yoda kept me very busy today." That was true, the
next part was a little mirky. "I'd like to turn in early
tonight."

'Why don't these stupid windows open?' Obi-Wan knew why,
because of how high they were, he was just frustrated that
they didn't. He grabbed his pillow again, this time taking off
the cover to make a sack to put his mini attackers in. Two of
them occupied it now, four more were flying around the room.
Obi-Wan caught a third one, not without further injuries. A
different one flew into the side of his face and pecked at
this ear causing him to drop the one that was in his hand;
that one had been pecking at his knuckles as well. "Come on
now, is this anyway to treat your Daddy? Be good little bats
and get in the sack so I can - - "

* RIP *

The two that had been captured tore through the thin material
of the pillowcase, and were back to attacking Obi-Wan. Kenobi
swatted the empty cloth to keep them away. "Come on, I don't
want to have to hurt any of you."

This did not deter the baby hawk-bats; they just kept trying
to get to what they saw as dinner. 'Like they are
understanding a word I say.' Obi-Wan moaned to himself. 'Okay Kenobi, you have to keep a level head here.'

That level head, was not apparent as he again ran from the
swarm of hatchlings flying towards him. Obi-Wan vaulted over
his bed to get away. They chased him around his room a few
times, before he realized how foolish he must have looked. He
stopped, but they didn't. They got a few more pecks in before
Obi-Wan had had enough.

"You want to play rough? Fine." The young Jedi had made up his
mind that not one more beak full of him, no matter how small,
was going to go into the bats' stomachs. The next time he ran
to the other side of his room to escape the baby bats he
turned to face them as the flock flew at him. They were all
together; he would deal with all of them at once.

The bats saw the human's hand extend out to strike, but it was
no where near them. They flew a few feet further before Obi's
Force push hit them. It blew them back almost as far as they
had flown, then they all dropped to the floor and didn't move.

"Oh no." Obi-Wan wondered if he had hit them too hard. The boy
rushed to kneel next to the motionless bodies. Just as he
picked one up the door opened. It was Qui-Gon. He had awoken
sensing something was wrong, and he was right.

"Master I - - " A very upset Obi-Wan held up the baby bat in his
hand. "I think I killed them."

Qui-Gon gently took the little creature from his apprentice's
hand and examined it. "No, you have not killed them." His
words relieved the boy. "You only stunned them, but we have to
act fast to get them where they belong before they wake up."

The large man picked up three more of the little hawk-bats
leaving two for the boy to carry. "We have to get them to the
closest balcony quick," he told Obi-Wan. The two of them
rushed to get the babies where they needed to be.

There were no adult bats nearby, so they didn't have to wait to
get the babies outside. Obi-Wan was the first over the edge;
he put the two bats he had on the ledge at the appropriate

Quarell Fiercaster knew that he did not know Master Mikata's
ship all that well, but he thought he knew it well enough not
to get lost as many times as he had. He also didn't understand
why ever since they had boarded he seemed to become a total
klutz. Being on the ship in transit made Quar think it would
be all right to let his mind wonder a little bit, so the
younger apprentices' quiet snickerings, that turned into full
blown laughter as soon as Quar was out of ear shot, went
unnoticed. His mind was elsewhere; where ever his father was,
or back at the Temple with Misu. He didn't know what Obi and
Zai were up to. They had made a pranking truce between
themselves to join forces against the Corellian who was
unaware of their repertoire of tricks.

It wasn't as much fun as the kids thought it was going to be;
half of their pranks went unnoticed. Quarell seemed to be
walking around in a fog that protected him from the things
that fell from shelves, or squirted out at him more than once.
One time he sat in something greasy he simply groaned, and went
to clean up. While he was doing that they were pouring extra
crackers into the soup Quar was going to eat. When he returned
it was a big glob of paste rather than soup.

"I don't remember putting all of those in there." Quar was
really confused. He looked at Obi and Zai who sat there
looking like a pair of cherubs.

"Oh yes, I distinctly remember you putting a hand full in
before you left," Obi-Wan said this with a totally strait face
even if it was hidden be hind the data pad he was reading.

"Why did you leave?" Zai added as she sipped on some hot sweet
tea.

"I sat in something." Quar was beginning to suspect something.
The same sort of thing happened earlier that day when he went
away for a moment, and a bowl of cereal that he swore he had
not added milk to yet, not only had it, but it was too soggy to
eat. Both times the Masters had not been there, but the
Padawans had.

"That's terrible," Zai expressed coyly.

"You should look before you sit," Obi-Wan advised.

"Yes, I should." Quar had just been about to sit again, he
sprang up to look this time. There was nothing on his chair.
"Strange I always thought Aji would have kept his ship
spotless." Quar dumped out the mess that was in his bowl,
and got some more from the dispenser.

"He does," Zaize assured. "But I think Qui-Gon is a bit of a
slob. It always seems messy when he and Obi are around."

Obi-Wan glared at his friend. 'Yhea because you throw food at
us.' He didn't like the way she implicated his Master. He also
knew that she had said it to get just such a reaction out of
him. They may have called a pranking truce, but they had not
called a teasing truce. Before they reached the Corellian
system and had to concentrate on their mission, he would get
her for that.

When the Corellian was finished with his lunch, he went to
clean up what he had used. The last time he had used the water
in the sink, it barely came out so he turned it on as much as

Thanks Maychorian. Yes, the mission is going to get hot hot hot.
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While the Jedi were aboard the Nine Horizons there was nothing
they lacked. Captain Fu made sure that his old friend and
companions had every luxury his clan could provide. Rari knew
Jedi didn't go for too much of that, but they would not refuse
his kindness. The Masters thought two days of indulgence
wouldn't hurt the young ones.

"This ship is just like a star liner," Obi-Wan commented as
the three apprentices wondered the forward area of the huge
freighter. This was the part of the ship where the crew and
other members of the spacer clan lived. Naturally having
Obi-Wan in the group, they ended up somewhere where there was
food. "I never expected spacers to have so much," he continued
overlooking the vending machines' choices.

"Maybe the smaller clans," Zaize told. "but the Hoshikowa are
one of the biggest, and successful."

"Humph," Quarell growled with distain.

"You have a problem with spacers?" The girl Jedi questioned in
a lower voice so that only her companions could hear. She had
turned towards Quarell with a probing look. "These are hard
working business people."

"Don't you mean hard working swindlers?" The Corellian spoke
in hushed tones as well.

The older spacers paid little notice to the Jedi, the younger
ones had some interest but kept their distance. Quarell wanted
neither to know his true feelings about their class.

"You're very prejudiced for a Jedi," Zaize reprimanded.

"And if a Hutt strolled in here, you'd think they were a
philanthropist?" Quarell starred back at Zaize.

"Give the kid a break he likes to eat," Quarell antagonized.
"This argument is between you and I."

Obi-Wan looked back and forth between Zaize and Quarell. He
took another bite of his snack; if his mouth was full he
couldn't talk. A third stubborn person's opinion would add
nothing to the discussion.

"Argument," Zaize said. "There is no argument you are wrong
and that's that." Her voice level was now attracting
attention. A few of the younger spacers peered around a corner
to see what the Jedi were arguing about. A quick look from
both of them made the ones that were their age disappear back
around the corner. A little one who had no sense of privacy
didn't give up that easily. The boy walked right up to the
group.

Oh, that was awesome. I especially liked how Quarell helped Obi-Wan by distracting him. Quar has more to him than first meets the eye. Poor Obi, trying so hard to be a good Jedi, when he has all that nastiness from the past trying to pull him down. He's dealing really well, but he shouldn't be afraid of his feelings.

I liked the reception too, with the veiled comments. And Ensign Giron, "not the sharpest tooth in the sarlacc" LOL!

Of course there's more to Quar, Maychorian.
After all, he is Corellian.
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Most of the families in the Hosukowa clan were in favor of, and
supported the Fu family's leadership. There were however, a few
that thought they should be in charge. The main three being
the Ji, the Yu, and the Su families. Naturally the Captains of
those ships were always waiting for Captain Rari to give them
any excuse for them to move in, and try to take command of the
spacer caravan. It was unspoken, but one of these three did not
think it wise that Fu-Rari was giving transport to the Jedi.
Su-Konya felt that there could be nothing but trouble where
ever the Jedi were. Rari and Yume were well aware of the
tensions among these few Captains. That was why Yume wanted to
wait to deal with the bad behavior of their crew members.

"You were a Commander in the Corellian Security Forces?" Zaize
asked Yume when everyone was mingling. "You must have some
great stories to tell."

"I have to admit, I did have quite a few adventures," the
Captain's wife recalled. "If I can tell them well enough to
keep anyone else entertained is something else." She could see
that the young Jedi. looked disappointed. "Sometimes the best
times I had were the least adventuresome. Many of the missions
in those days were protecting caravans like this one." Yume
looked to where her husband along with the Jedi men were
chowing down. "That's how I met Rari. He flew the goods, and I
kept the pirates away."

"But there are still pirates today. Why don't you have a
security escort?"

"Those were different times," Yume answered. She seemed to
miss the more harrowing times. "There are less pirates now,
and the politicians make overreaching demands for their
assistance."

"What do you mean overreaching?"

"They want to stick their noses where they don't belong."

Zai wasn't sure she liked that answer. Many people often said
the same thing of Jedi, when the Jedi interfered with their
'business'. "So what do you do if pirates do attack?"

"If any pirates attack this caravan, they'll find that there
is more than goods in some of our holds." Yume's answer
interested the girl Jedi, her eyes widened. "The mommy ship
has a few baby ships that will come out and bite anyone that
comes after them."

"You have fighters on board?" Zaize asked with wonder.

"Maybe I'll show them to you sometime while you are on board.
Right now maybe we should go get some food. It looks like the
rabid eaters have cleared out." Yume flowed over to a table
that again was laden with anything anyone could possibly want.
Zaize followed but she hesitated to take anything. Even Aji
noticed, Zai was not a chow hound like Obi, but she was not
known to give up a chance to eat either. Her Master stepped up
behind her.

"Is something wrong child?" Aji asked. "You wouldn't want to
insult our hosts by not taking what is offered." Jedi were all
for manners, and spacer manners meant you did not

I like the complexity of the characters here. You have a talent for writing people who have good points and bad points, and interact in interesting ways. And of course I enjoyed the sleeping problems. LOL! Poor Obi, dealing with hair gel. He has a proper haircut! Nice to see he and Quar developing more of a brotherly-type relationship, complete with teasing and hair-ruffling.

Thanks Master_Kaym. It is a long story, but it was written over a number of years.

I'm glad you like my writing Maychorian, Thanks.

Don't worry Leona, I know your out there lurking. And I havn't forgoten about young Qui either I don't know which is worse, leaving off my other stories, on the eve of Qui's <Shush, keeping secret for those who havn't read it>, or leaving Obi naked in a tube for a few years - - and Zaize's condition going on for way too long LOL

Gkilkenny no need to explain, Darth RL and I are well aquatinted.
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?Ah, just the people we?re looking for,? Captain Fu said as he
and Yume intercepted the Jedi as they walked along in search
of breakfast. In unison the Jedi stopped in their tracks,
looked up to see their hosts and bowed.

?You were looking for us?? Qui-Gon asked, ?are we nearing the
station??

?Not yet,? Rari answered. ?There is just something I?d like
the young Jedi to see.? He turned to face Zaize. ?You
particularly, apprentice of Aji.?

?Where is Master Mikata?? Yume inquired.

?Master Mikata is --? Qui-Gon explained, "Indisposed at the
moment.?

?Then you will have to tell him all about it.?

?Let?s stop the yapping, and get there.? Captain Fu ended the
discussion, and led everyone to a cargo lift.

The Jedi thought it was a bit odd, but they followed. The lift
took them deep into the belly of the ship. When the door
opened before them was a vast cargo hold. Endless crates of
the goods that the trading clan sold were lined up as far as
they could see; it must have been miles to the other side of
the ship. The ship?s captain led the Jedi through the pattern
of walkways the cargo made.

?Even though we left our last port a while back,? Rari
explained as they walked. ?All of the cargo brought on board
when we were there still hasn?t been inventoried, and some of
our goods have to be re-packaged for the places we?ll be
selling them. That is where our little ones come in.?

?Oh, I see,? Zaize started in. Everyone turned to see Aji?s
Padawan standing with her arms folded in front of her. ?You
dragged us down here to justify your using underage crew.
Swell.?

Qui-Gon gave her his best stern Master look. He knew what Aji
would be thinking. The boys both could see more meditations
looming in their future.

?No, Miss Zai,? Yume spoke. ?We are not justifying anything.
We are explaining our involvement in the Corellian
government?s education program to keep runaways and orphans
off the streets, and out of institutions.?

"Program?" Zaize's ears perked up. She had a feeling she was
going to find out that her judgment of the Fus had been wrong.
"What program would that be?"

"The one where we agree to house a number of these kids, and a
few of the government's teachers on the ship," Rari explained.
"In exchange for a few hours of work down here."

"But some of them are so young." This time it was Obi-Wan who
interrupted. "And we could tell those kids were hungry."

"I didn't know about those kids being hungry. The teachers are
supposed to see that the children are cared for. That is going

Poor kids!
I would have made them stay! But poor Obi and Quar wouln't use their weapons on them...It was so sad when the children aked why they were crying and the told them it was allergies instead of telling them the others were dead!
Good work!
MK